He picked up the clipboard and held it against his chest.

“I’ve been a pediatrician for twenty-nine years.

I’ve seen parents do terrible things out of fear.

I have never seen a man put a microphone in a five-year-old’s nightstand because he was worried about her.”

I put the tea on the counter.

It sloshed over the rim.

“She asked me if the black box could hear her prayers,” I said.

Thomas looked at the cup.